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Ana had been asleep for most of the night before the dreams slowly turned to nightmares. When she had first fallen asleep, the dreams she had were of a hunt Sam and Dean had been on about a year or so after John's death. A simple hunt that they had caught wind of while visiting an old fling of Dean's, Lisa. It was cut and dry; research, hunt, kill the monster, end of story. The longer she slept the worse they got until she was getting images of Sam in hell, which was when she began to toss and turn. It was like she could feel the fire of the pit against her own skin.

Tossing and turning quickly made the transition to thrashing as she began to mutter, "No… no! Sammy!" She cried out as she threw herself off of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. Looking around, she backed herself up against the bed, trying to remember where she was at.

"Ana?" Jody's voice pulled Ana's attention to the door where she stood, watching her carefully. Standing behind her were the two men she had seen so many times in her sleep, their expressions clearly confused as they watched her stand up. "Are you alright?" Jody asked, walking over to her slowly.

"I… I'm sorry." She apologized, rubbing her hands over her eyes quickly before brushing them through her hair, "I could have warned you about the screaming." she explained sheepishly.

Jody shook her head, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, the boys just got here so you didn't wake anyone up." she assured Ana.

"What'd you see?" The question came from the direction of the door, pulling Ana's attention back to Sam and Dean. As she looked at them both she realized that they were a little older than any of her dreams had shown, which shocked her, she had just assumed that she had at least seen something relatively recent in her dreams.

"Ana?" Sam asked, taking a step in to the room. She noticed that his hair was longer than she recalled and his eyes seemed a little dimmer. "What did you see?" he asked again.

"I…" Ana took in a deep breath, "The last one, it was you in the cage." she answered, crossing her arms across her chest and rubbing her hands over them, she swore she could still feel whispers of the heat from Hell.

Sam froze, his gaze focused on her, but he didn't say a word. Dean cleared his throat, as he leaned against the door frame, "Look, kid, have you been reading any books lately?" he questioned, his first thought when Jody had explained everything to them was that the girl had gotten a little too caught up in the damn Supernatural books that were based on their lives.

Ana raised an eyebrow at him, "The ones that Chuck wrote? No, wait, Carver Edlund, that was his pen name right?" she shook her head, "Honestly, I didn't know they existed until I started having these dreams, when I saw you guys meet him."

"Uh huh, sure kid, whatever you have to tell yourself. Look, I get it, you're a huge fan and you wanted to find out if they were real or not, that doesn't make you a psychic." Dean told her harshly.

Sam looked at his brother, "Dean, cut her some slack, I mean maybe…"

"No, no maybe's Sam. I'm going to chalk this up to good, ol' fashioned overactive imagination and send the kid back on her way home."

"The books stop right after Sam is left in the cage, right? The big blow out between Michael and Lucifer?" Ana questioned, glaring at Dean, "You know I'm sure the books would have sold so many copies if they had continued. I mean, with Sam escaping Hell and the whole drama with half of his soul being gone, then the Leviathans, that whole mess was crazy. Bobby's death… Kevin and eventually his death… the trials to close the gates o-"

"-Alright just stop." Dean said moving across the room, stopping when he stood in front of her, his form towering over her, "So what, you just wake up one morning and you're dreaming about us?" he asked, defensive.

Sam moved to his brother's side, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Stranger things have happened, Dean. She wouldn't be the first psychic we've come across either."

Ana looked at them, "Psychic? I'm given glimpses into your lives through dreams, I'm no where near reading people's minds like Missouri or the mojo that Pamela had."

"You know, when you came and got me from Stanford, I was just having dreams." Sam told Dean, giving Ana a weary glance before looking back to his brother.

"No! There is no way in Hell that this is some weird demon thing! Plus, you killed Azazel years ago, and unless there's another demon picking up the same lame tricks he was up to I highly doubt that this is anything like what happened to you, Sam." Ana almost yelled.

Dean thought a moment, watching Ana carefully, "How did your mother die?" he asked, having read in one of her files that her legal guardian was her aunt.

Ana's eyes went wide a moment before she gave him a sad smile, tears filling her eyes, "I killed her." she stated simply. "There were complications during my birth and she bled out before they could figure out what was wrong. It was nothing like what happened to your mother." she answered, her tone filled with pain.

Silence filled the room, Sam, Dean, and Jody just looked at her. "Look, I don't care if you believe me or not alright? Either way, I'm not your problem. So don't worry, Dean, you can continue to go on worrying about saving the world and keeping Sam alive. I'll handle whatever the hell this is." Ana snapped, moving around them as she spoke. Once she was out of the room, she made a beeline for the front door and walked outside, not even caring that she didn't have shoes on.

She stopped a few feet away from the house and looked up at the night sky, focusing on the moon. Any mention of her mother caused her pain, she had been blaming herself for her death for years. With a soft sigh, she wiped the tears from her eyes, not allowing herself to focus too long on the pain, she had other things to worry about.

She heard someone clear their throat behind her and she jumped as she spun around, seeing Sam standing in front of her, her jacket in his hand, "Sorry, just thought you'd get cold." He said, offering it to her.

"Thanks." Ana muttered, taking her jacket from him and pulling it on. It was pretty cold outside, even for that part of the country in September.

Sam nodded as he pushed both of his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, he sighed, "You know, I spent so much of my life blaming myself for what happened to my mom, thinking that it was some how under my control that Azazel picked me and killed her." he smiled sadly and looked down at the ground, kicking at the grass before looking up at her, "If I'm being honest, sometimes I still think it's my fault, but I know either way my mom wouldn't want me to be miserable and filled with guilt for the rest of my life."

Ana scoffed and shook her head, "I literally killed her, Sam. Eighteen years old and she lost her life to bring me in to this world." tears began to form in her eyes again, "I just can't imagine the strength it would take for a girl my age to find out she's pregnant, have no way to contact the father, and decide to keep it. To love and raise that baby. It would take an amazing person to make that decision and I took that person, that loving and caring eighteen year old girl out of this world."

"Ana…" Sam moved closer to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She jerked away from him, "No, Sam, just… no. There's nothing you or anyone else can say to change how I fe-" she stopped talking as her hands quickly moved to her head, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Ana? You okay?" Sam asked, moving closer to her as he watched her carefully.

"I'm fine."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her, "I know that look, you're not fine. If you don't fight the vision it won't feel as bad." he advised.

Ana nodded simply, her body beginning to tremble as the images began to flash in front of her eyes, much like they had the day before, the only difference being that they seemed to come slower this time. The visions started with the same faces they always did, Sam and Dean's, then suddenly there was a face that she had only seen in pictures. It was her mother. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees as the flashes slowed so what she was seeing were no longer flashes, but something like a movie only she could see.

Dean and Jody had been watching the two talk through a window when Dean saw the look on Ana's face, "Dammit." he swore under his breath before hurrying outside, Jody close on his heels. They reached her just as she fell to the ground, "She's not faking, is she?" he asked Sam as he knelt on the ground next to her, watching as she curled into herself.

Sam shook his head, "One minute we were talking about her mom and then it started." he explained, cringing slightly as he remembered his own experience with visions.

Ana could hear them talking around her, but her focus was on what the vision was showing her. She watched as her mother sat in an old recliner, her hands on her swollen belly as she spoke to her unborn child with a soft smile, "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that you have the best life possible." She whispered as tears filled her eyes, "You have shown me the amazing things you will do when you're older, I'm just sad that I won't be there to help you through it all. Heather will be there for you though, she has always been the best big sister and I know she will take great care of you." A distant look swept over her eyes as she stopped talking, she seemed to be lost in her thoughts, but just as quickly as the look appeared, it was gone. "Anastasia, you have the most wonderful gift. Don't fight it, baby girl. Just remember that I will always love you and that I will always watch over you." The vision ended quickly and she began to cry as she sat back on the grass.

"What'd you see, kid?" Dean asked, still kneeling next to her, part of him waiting for her to fall unconscious.

Ana sniffled, wiping her hand under her eyes before raising them to look at Dean, "It was… it was my mom." she smiled sadly, "The first vision I have that's not about you two and it's about her." she commented, looking between the brothers in front of her.

"You've only ever had visions about us?" Sam asked, confused. She nodded. "What happened in this vision?" he asked, hoping that they could some how figure out where the visions were coming from by using what she saw.

"Uh… she was pregnant with me and she was just talking." She explained, thinking about to it, "She said that I was showing her things about when I was older, like I was having visions in the womb or something and she was seeing them as well. She called this a gift."

They watched her for a moment before Jody stepped over to her, "Why don't we get you back inside? This is all a lot for you to take in and you could probably use some rest. We all could." she offered, extending her hand to Ana.

Nodding, Ana accepted her hand and stood up, but she realized her mistake too late as everything seemed to shake around her. Thankfully Dean was close enough to place a hand under her elbow to steady her. She blinked a few times as she focused on the ground, waiting for the blood flow to even out in her body before looking over at him, "Thanks, I'm good now. Just stood up too fast." she told him with a small smile.

Jody and Dean let her go, but stayed close enough in case she started to go down again. Back inside the warm house, Ana took off her jacket and folded up in her arms, "That last vision took it out of me, I think I'm going to head back to bed."

"That's probably a good idea. We'll all get some rest and try to figure this all out in the morning." Jody agreed, "You boys can decide who gets the couch and who gets the recliner." she told them with a grin as she left for her bedroom.

Sam and Dean shared a look, both knowing that they wouldn't get much sleep either way, there was too much for them to discuss alone. Ana watched them a moment, before turning and walking toward the guest room, feeling more exhausted than she had during the past few months. It seemed that when the visions happened while she was awake that they took a lot more of her energy.

She didn't waste any time changing her clothes, she just set her jacket down on her bag and climbed into the bed. A few tears slid down her cheek before she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Sam and Dean waited a few minutes before Sam went to pull his laptop out of its bag and Dean walked down the hall, peeking in the guest room to make sure she was asleep. Relieved when she was, he quickly walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch, looking to his left as Sam typed away on his computer.

"You know, I wasn't about to believe that what she was saying could be real. Anyone who read those damn books knows what happened to us, but the vision she had outside... I'd recognize that look anywhere, God knows I watched you make it enough." Dean grumbled, "What I don't get is why she's just seeing us. That's not normal, is it?"

Sam shrugged, "I honestly don't know, Dean. Back when I was having them, I was connected to the people they were about." He sighed and sat back in the chair, "Maybe she's connected to us some how?"

"Connected to us?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother, "How could she be connected to us, Sammy?" He questioned.

"I don't know, man." Sam shrugged, "I don't have any more answers than you do and I'm not getting anything from looking around the internet. I might be able to find something in the library back at the bunker, but that would take some time. Maybe we should call Cas." He offered.

Dean shook his head, "No, I want to try to figure whatever this is out on our own." he rubbed a hand over his face, feeling his exhaustion setting in, "So we don't know anything. There's an eighteen year old girl having visions about our past and we have no idea why…"

Listening to his brother think, Sam thought about what was happening and the one similar experience they had with this in the past, "The same thing was happening to Chuck. That's how he wrote the books right? He was seeing parts of our past, maybe… maybe she's a prophet." he offered, reaching out on a limb.

"A prophet? Why would she be a pro-" Dean began to ask but stopped at the sound of ruffling wings.

"The girl is not a prophet." Castiel spoke from behind the couch Dean sat on. "Her name is no where on the list of prophets. Though I can tell you that her visions are very real and that this is most likely just the beginning. It would be wise to say that if she learned to harness her ability that she would be able to see parts of your future." he explained.

"But isn't a lot of the future undecided? Nothing is set in stone right?" Sam asked.

"That is true, but parts of the future are bound to happen. When a psychic sees the future, what they're seeing is parts of possibilities, it's not one hundred percent accurate, but it can come in handy." Castiel answered, looking back and forth between the two brothers a moment before adding, "It could be extremely useful in your line of work."

Dean gave him a hard look as he stood up from the couch, "So what are you saying, Cas? Are we just supposed to keep her around in hopes that she can learn to figure out how to see our future?" he snapped, forcing himself to keep his voice down so he didn't wake up Ana or Jody.

"Dean, she needs your help." Castiel looked at him, confused, "Your goal is to still help people, isn't it?"

"This isn't the kind of work we do, Cas, and you know it. If she was being held captive by a monster or haunted by a spirit I wouldn't second guess helping her out, but visions? Being psychic? I don't even know that I could help."

Sam cleared his throat, "I could." he offered, watching his brother carefully, "What I went through is similar to what she's dealing with. It's been years, but I remember it clearly. We… we can't let her deal with this on her own. Now that she knows about what's real in the world, she's going to be scared and I still think that her visions revolve around us for a reason, I want to figure out what it is."

"And there is the possibility that she could be in danger." Castiel offered.

Dean shook his head, his expression showing clearly how crazy he thought they both were, "What danger?"

"If something had plans of hurting you and they catch wind of a psychic being alive that knows everything about the both of you, how long do you think it would take for them to hunt her down to torture information out of her." Castiel explained with a tone that implied it wasn't hard to figure out.

As the realization hit both brothers, their faces fell. Dean sat back down, his head hanging low as he took in a deep breath, calming himself down. "So what do we do? Take her back to the bunker? Let Sam try to help her understand what's going on with her visions, hope she starts to see the future with the possibility it could save our hides?" he asked, sounding more tired than he had moments ago.

"I believe your best course of action would be to try and figure out why her visions are focused on your lives. Sam was right when he assumed there needed to be some sort of connection between the two of you and Anastasia. For how strong and how incredibly detailed they are, it's more than just needing to pass along information as it is for most psychics with visions." Castiel offered the information with a grim face, "I will see if I can find any answers myself." he added before vanishing.

Dean swore and leaned back, closing his eyes as he tried to think of a way to keep Ana as far away from them and their lifestyle as possible. Not only did he not want another person to look after, he didn't want to drag anyone into the hunting life, especially an eighteen year old girl.

Sam watched his brother a moment, "We should take her to the bunker." He said simply, hoping it wouldn't turn into another argument.

"No. We are not dragging her into this life because of a possibility." He snarled the word as he looked at his brother. "We're going to stay here long enough to get a few hours of shut eye then we're back on the road looking for a real case. We'll send her on her way back to Montana and call it good."

Sam laughed, a disbelieving sound, "Good plan, Dean, and what about if something does go after her? Takes her God knows where and tortures her to death for information on us?"

Dean sighed heavily, he didn't think that anything evil would figure out that she had the ability she did, that is if the girl kept her mouth shut about the whole damn thing. "The way I see it, if it some how gets out that she's a walking Winchester encyclopedia, and that's a big if… but if trouble comes her way, she knows almost as much about this stuff as we do. She's seen it all, right? So if a demon or something else comes her way, she has enough basic knowledge to keep herself alive."

"So we're just supposed to leave her and hope she has it in her to protect herself if she gets attacked? I don't think that's a good idea."

"She's not coming with us, got it? She has a better shot at keeping her visions a secret if she's not constantly around the danger that we put people in." Dean looked at his brother, "I'm not going to change my mind on this. She's eighteen, Sam, she still has a whole lot of life to live and I'm not going to chance cutting her life on this planet shorter because of a possibility."

Sam's jaw locked in place, he knew there was no way to convince his brother to change his mind, but he had a feeling that Ana was going to be in danger either way. At least with them she would have a better chance of living.

Dean moved sideways on the couch to lay down and closed his eyes, "Get some sleep, I want to get back on the road early."

Ana woke up hours later to the sound of her phone ringing in the pocket of her jeans, she groaned as she rolled from her stomach to her back and fished it out. "Hello?" she answered, squeezing her eyes closed to avoid the harsh light of the sun coming through the window.

"You had me worried, you were supposed to call last night."

"Oh, aunt Heather! I'm so sorry. I.. uh.. got to the hotel late and passed out cold." she explained as she sat up, feeling terrible for forgetting to check in.

She heard Heather sigh in relief from the other end of the line, "It's okay, I'm just glad you got there safe. How was your drive?"

Ana stood up, brushing a hand through her hair as she forced herself to wake up further, "Long, but good, it was nice to get some time by myself on an open road. I'm going to do some looking around today, I'm not sure how long I'm going to stay here, but once I have a better idea of my plan I'll call you back."

"Alright, sweetie, just be careful out there on your own." the worry in Heather's voice was clear.

Ana smiled to herself, "I promise I'll be alright, I'll call you later. Love you." she spoke quickly and hung up. She rubbed a hand over her eyes and looked down at the time, it was just before eight in the morning. Yawning, she moved over to her bag and dug out some clean clothes.

Once dressed in a pair of washed out blue jeans and a long sleeved forest green button up, she put her boots on and headed to see if anyone else in the house was awake. Walking into the living room she didn't see anyone, but she could hear noises coming from the direction of the kitchen so she made her way there. As she entered the room, she noticed that things between the brothers and Jody seemed tense, but they were no longer speaking of whatever made it that way.

"Good morning." Ana greeted softly as she entered the room, looking at them all carefully before moving to take a seat at the table that Sam was sitting at.

Jody gave her a soft smile, "Good morning, Ana. Would you like some coffee?" she asked, from where she stood by the sink.

"I would love some." Ana responded, returning her smile.

"Get her some coffee, Dean." Jody told him with a pointed look. He was leaning against the counter closest to the coffee pot, which would have made Jody's request seem normal if it weren't for the tone under her words.

Dean glared at her a moment before turning around, grabbing the empty cup off of the counter and filling it up, "So, Ana…" he began as he walked the coffee to her, "Anymore crazy dreams last night?" he asked, sitting down in the chair between her and Sam.

Ana took the cup from him as she shook her head, "I don't remember dreaming at all for the rest of the night. I guess that last vision took it out of me." she answered, having thought about it when she woke up. Most of the time she was up way earlier because of a dream that had scared her.

"That's good. I'm sure you needed the rest." Sam commented with a soft smile. Ana nodded in response, taking a sip from her cup.

"Look, Ana, I think it's best if you go back home. Live like you have been, don't tell anyone else about your visions and just hope they go away." Dean spoke, knowing that neither Sam or Jody were going to help him tell her about his decision, it was what they had been fighting about before she got up.

Ana scoffed, "I doubt they will ever go away, but I'm not going to fight to stick around you guys. I know what life is like for you, I highly doubt I'd be anything but a nuisance for you." she spoke softly, she knew better than to expect Dean to help in a situation like this. She wasn't in immediate danger from anything supernatural, therefore this wasn't his gig. Part of her understood, but part of her was hurt, because she felt that these two were her only hope in understanding why she was having visions in the first place.

"Well that's settled then." Dean gave his brother a tense but smug smile as he stood up, "I'm going to go load up the car, be ready to head out in five."

Sam watched Dean leave and waited to hear the door close before he turned to Ana, "I don't agree with any of this. I don't think it's a good idea to send you back home in case something comes after you." he told her.

Ana nodded, "I could tell you had been arguing about something. I'll be okay, Sam. Other than the three of you, only one other person knows and I know well enough that he won't tell anyone about this because he knows no one would believe him." she gave him a soft smile, "You two continue doing what you do, don't worry about me."

He smiled weakly and slid a small piece of paper across the table to her, "These are our numbers. You can call me whenever, if you just need someone to talk to or if things change. If something goes wrong and you can't get a hold of me, then you can call Dean." he explained.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." She folded up the paper and slid it into her pocket.

"Alright, well I better get going. Thanks for letting us crash here, Jody." he said as he stood up, walking over to give her a quick hug. "Call us if you need anything." he reminded Ana before walking toward the front door.

Ana stood and followed Jody who followed Sam. They stopped just outside the front door and waved as the brothers drove away. When they were out of sight Jody turned to look at Ana, "So you're just going to go home now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"No, I'm not." Ana told her honestly, "I can't just let this go and keep dreaming about the chaos those two are in."

"So what's your plan?" Jody asked, motioning for her to follow her back inside.

Ana followed Jody as they walked back through the house and to the kitchen, "You're not going to try and stop me?" she asked, weary of telling her the vague plan she had in case Jody decided to side with Dean.

The older woman shook her head, "No, I know better than to try and stick my nose where it doesn't belong."

"I'm going to Kansas." Ana spoke the words quickly, waiting for a bad reaction, but when all she received was a blank face she sighed, "Years ago, when Sam was still going to Stanford and Dean went to find him to go help look for their dad, the trail led them to a psychic in Lawrence. I'm hoping she can help me figure this all out. That is, if she's still there." she explained.

Jody nodded, "Well you're going to want to let those boys get a good head start on you in case they're headed the same direction and we'll need to go get your car from Bobby's." she smiled at the shocked look on Ana's face, "It's a good idea, Ana. You need to figure this out, Sam gets that, but Dean… he just doesn't want anyone getting hurt and he assumes that's what is going to happen."

"I don't blame him. I've seen him blame himself over and over for the deaths of those around him, he doesn't want to add another on the already heavy scale. I get it, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to figure this out. Someone gave me this power for a reason, whether it be God or some demon or whatever else, I can't just ignore it." Ana sat down with a huff, taking a sip of her coffee to collect her thoughts, "Not now that they're happening while I'm awake. I have a feeling that they're going to keep changing."

Watching her a moment, Jody smiled, the determination in Ana's voice reminding her a little of herself, "Alright then, why don't you grab your stuff and we'll go get your car. I think it's something like a five hour drive to Kansas, so if you get going soon and don't make a lot of stops you should make it there with plenty of time to find this psychic today."

It didn't take long for Ana to gather up her bags and meet Jody outside in her car. Now that she wasn't in shock, the drive to Bobby's seemed a bit longer than she had thought it was the night before. They passed the drive in comfortable silence, which has she was thankful for, she didn't want to try to hold a conversation while the only thing on her mind was finding Missouri.

With her bags transfered from the back seat of Jody's car to the trunk of her own, Ana closed it and turned to face Jody, "Thanks for the help with everything." Ana spoke with a soft smile.

"I don't know how much help all of that actually was, but you're welcome." Jody returned her smile before pulling a piece of paper out of her coat pocket, "Call me if you need anything and be careful, you know how dangerous the world is now." She paused a moment before looking at Bobby's house, "Hold on a minute." She spoke quickly before moving quickly into the house.

A few minutes later Jody came back outside with a beat up duffle bag, "Honestly I'm not sure what half of the stuff in here is for, but I'll feel better knowing that you'll have some form of protection while you're out there on your own." She said, setting the bag on the trunk by Ana.

Opening it up, Ana dug around, there was a container of salt, one of holy water, a couple of silver knives, a pistol which was loaded with God knows what, and a handful of old books. "Won't the boys be mad that I took some of Bobby's things?"

"Bobby would want you to have them I think, you've been pulled into this world and you need to be able to protect yourself." Jody pointed out, "You better get going if you want to make good time."

Ana nodded, grabbing the duffle and putting it in her back seat. "Thanks again, Jody." She said as she opened the door and slid into the seat. She gave Jody one last wave before turning her car around and heading back toward the main road. With Singer Salvage Yard in her rear view mirror, she turned the volume of her radio up and focused on the road ahead, hoping that she would find the answers she was looking for in Kansas.